Never Say Never - Bijou Hunter Page 0,32
see her sharing private shit with people who ain’t keeping it private.
“Well, why are you telling me?” I ask, finishing my mug of beer and ordering another.
“Shelby’s been drooling all over the place since the day you walked into the Saloon. She hasn’t drooled over anyone else. When she turned up preggers, we did the math.”
“I ain’t your girlfriend, and I don’t care about rumors.”
Realizing her little game isn’t working, Dione changes tactics. “Fine, Shane was acting different around her last night. Protective like he did whenever his woman came into the Saloon. Then we noticed Shelby didn’t order booze, and she always does.”
“That’s it?”
Nervous now, Dione shrugs. “Fine, I guess the rumor was wrong.”
“The rumor you started.”
“Are you going to spank me for being wrong?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
“No, but I might tell Shelby and Taylor how you’re talking shit about them. I heard they beat up bitches they don’t like.”
Dione’s smile falls into a frown. “Why would you do that?”
“Chick fights are fun.”
“Not for the one getting her ass beat.”
Uninterested in her scared chick routine, I shrug. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so mean,” she mumbles, scooting out of the booth. “I never treated you wrong. I was the only one telling you about the possible baby. Everyone else was going to keep it to themselves. Why am I the bad guy?”
I glance at where she waits for a thank-you or an apology. I don’t have a fucking clue what she wants me to say.
“Pom-Pom’s dick is available. Go tell him your rumors. I bet he’ll give you plenty of praise.”
Dione’s pout goes into overdrive. I’ve hurt her feelings. She liked me. I’m mean. Same shit I get from Shelby.
Of course, I’m fucking mean! No one in my entire damn life ever watched out for me. I killed and bled for the Skullz, and they tossed me away. Am I supposed to believe a sweet butt or biker princess will be any more loyal?
THE WEIRDO
I almost don’t join Shane, River, Taylor, and Kelsi at the clubhouse tonight. Avoiding Goliath is easier when we don’t frequent the same places. But when I imagine myself hanging out at home with the womenfolk, I worry I’m going soft.
After Shane and River enter the Saloon, I wait in the parking lot for Taylor and Kelsi. The cold air gives me the creeps. I scan the woods and wonder what the Shasta Slasher is doing tonight. It’s been over a year since he killed someone. Is he satisfied for now? Does he have friends he hangs out with? Hell, he could be inside the clubhouse, drinking beer and flirting with the sweet butts.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Taylor says after climbing off her Harley. “Chillax.”
“I can’t,” I whimper, looking around nervously. “You’ll have to distract me.”
Kelsi jumps off the Harley and takes Taylor’s hand. As they begin walking toward the door, I follow close behind. My mind is on a serial killer and how much I want to chop off his head.
“Hugh is getting his reaper tattoo once he returns from the ride,” Kelsi announces, distracting me before we enter. “I want to watch him get inked, even if that means I have to sit stoned with him for hours.”
“It doesn’t hurt too much,” Taylor lies. “I barely screamed in agony at all.”
Going the honest route, I admit, “I whined the entire time. Almost passed out.”
Kelsi frowns back at me, worried now for Hugh.
“Hugh’s tough,” I say to reassure her.
I must do a bad job because she squeezes Taylor’s hand. Once we enter, she jumps nearly a foot off the ground at the sight of Goliath charging at us. I’m surprised she doesn’t end up in Taylor’s arms like a frightened cartoon character.
“We need to talk,” he growls at me.
Taylor must grow a few inches when she steps between us. “What’s the problem?”
Still behind her, I wrap my arms around her body. “You’re so sexy when you act this way. I can see why Kelsi loves your snatch.”
Taylor wants to remain stony-faced, but she smirks at me while Kelsi looks around for help from a cock owner.
“We’ll talk outside where it’s more private,” I tell Goliath before whispering in Taylor’s ear, “If I need help, I’ll blow my rape whistle.”
Taylor frowns back at me. “I can’t hear that shit in here with the music playing.”
“Then watch us on the security cameras. Damn, you might be sexy, but you can’t problem-solve for shit.”
While Taylor rolls her eyes,